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Oct 2014
I knew this day would find us

The day when it feels like we are at the end of our rope

And we would rather use the rope to strangle each other

Than work out our problems

When you stay quiet, I lose my mind

If I could read your mind, I wouldn't lose mine

But I can't, and you aren't speaking

So I begin to resemble the Incredible Hulk

And rage sets in while you have made the decision to ignore me

We have our ups and downs, good days and bad days

Our ups are cloud level, star level, sun level

Our downs are abyss level, hell level

Our good days are unforgettable, wish they would last forever

But our bad days are Hiroshima and Nagasaki
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